Pregnant With The Pup Of A Wealthy Old Man - Chapter 101

Chapter 101: Fu Xingzhou vs. Qin Yanjun

 

The next day, the two parents went out for a date, leaving the two brothers and Qin Yanjun at home to do their homework.

 

Because of what Qin Yanjun had said the night before, Shen Xinting didn’t sleep well and was now sitting with dark circles under his eyes, yawning non-stop.

 

Fu Xingzhou noticed and said, “Chuanchuan, you should go back to bed for a while. You can finish your homework tomorrow.”

 

Shen Xinting shook his head listlessly. “No, I have to stay here and watch.”

 

“Watch what?” Fu Xingzhou asked, confused.

 

“Watch… you do your homework, so you don’t slack off!” He almost let something slip!

 

“You should focus on your own work first.” Fu Xingzhou tapped on his brother’s test paper with his pen. “Are you sure your teacher can understand this mess?”

 

Shen Xinting looked at the scribbles on his paper and felt his eyelid twitch.

 

“Fine, I’ll go take a nap. You and Yanjun keep working on your homework,” he said, grabbing his backpack and leaving.

 

“Shen Xinting, are you calling him ‘Yanjun’ now? Where are your manners?” Fu Xingzhou called after him.

 

“It’s fine, I won’t get mad over something so trivial,” Qin Yanjun said, raising his hand to pat Fu Xingzhou on the head in reassurance.

 

“Why do you always touch my head? I won’t grow tall like this,” Fu Xingzhou said, pouting.

 

But it felt so nice, warm and comforting, that he couldn’t help but rub his head against Qin Yanjun’s palm like a kitten.

 

Qin Yanjun paused for a moment, then withdrew his hand. “Let’s continue with our homework.”

 

“Okay.” Fu Xingzhou smiled, his dimples making him look even more adorable.

 

By noon, Fu Xingzhou received a call from his two dads.

 

“Got it, Dad. Don’t worry, we’re all grown up now and can take care of ourselves,” he said with a smile. “Have fun on your date with Daddy!”

 

“They’re not coming back for lunch?” Qin Yanjun asked after he hung up.

 

Fu Xingzhou nodded. “Nope, I’ll check what ingredients we have in the fridge.”

 

Without a word, Qin Yanjun also stood up.

 

Seeing him follow along, Fu Xingzhou couldn’t help but tug on his sleeve and sway it a bit.

 

Once again, Zhouzhou was being clingy. So cute.

 

Although Qin Yanjun’s face showed no reaction, he felt like he was walking on air.

 

When they checked the fridge, they found some leftover shrimp and vegetables from the last grocery trip. They decided to make a dish of stir-fried shrimp.

 

“I’ll handle the ingredients,” Qin Yanjun said, rolling up his sleeves.

 

Fu Xingzhou nodded happily. “Alright.”

 

Half an hour later, Shen Xinting came downstairs rubbing his eyes. Following the delicious smell into the kitchen, he immediately woke up upon seeing the two hugging.

 

“Qin Yanjun! Why are you hugging my brother?!” he shouted.

 

Qin Yanjun glanced at him. “If I didn’t, your brother would’ve slipped and fallen.”

 

“What are you yelling about?” Fu Xingzhou scolded, stepping out of Qin Yanjun’s arms. “I almost slipped just now, and you’re the one scaring me now.”

 

“Brother, your face is red!” Shen Xinting pointed at the blush on his brother’s cheeks.

 

“So what? It’s hot from cooking,” Fu Xingzhou said, pointing at Qin Yanjun. “Why isn’t his face red then?”

 

“Because he has thicker skin.”

 

Shen Xinting: “…”

 

“This kitchen is too small for three people. You can leave now,” Fu Xingzhou said, pushing his brother out of the room.

 

Shen Xinting, who had barely stepped inside: “…”

 

What? A kitchen this big, and you say it’s too small for three people? I wasn’t even fully inside yet!

 

Fuming, he crouched outside to eavesdrop on the kitchen sounds.

 

He frowned and listened for a long time but heard nothing.

 

“Even the kitchen is soundproof? Dad really has money to burn,” he muttered.

 

Just as he spoke, the kitchen door opened.

 

“Brother!” He darted forward, grabbing the bowls and chopsticks from his brother and setting them on the dining table.

 

As for Qin Yanjun, well, carrying the pot and serving the food was his job anyway.

 

Taking a deep breath, Shen Xinting exclaimed, “Smells so good!” He gave his brother a thumbs up. “You’re amazing, Brother.”

 

While scooping rice for Yanjun, Fu Xingzhou said, “It wasn’t me. It was Yanjun. I can’t make something this complicated.”

 

He had wanted to cook himself, but he’d overestimated his abilities. Even following a tutorial step-by-step hadn’t helped.

 

Alas, he would never experience the joy of cooking for Yanjun in this lifetime. QAQ.

 

Still, the shrimp was delicious.

 

Picking out the largest one, he placed it in Qin Yanjun’s bowl and smiled. “Yanjun, you should eat too. It’s really good.”

 

“Okay,” Qin Yanjun replied.

 

Sitting across from them, Shen Xinting watched the two of them practically glued to each other even while eating. Jealousy nearly made him snap his chopsticks in half.

 

“I’ll do the dishes!” After lunch, he gathered the plates and bowls. After taking a few steps, he turned to glare at Yanjun, who hadn’t moved from his seat.

 

Come with me. I have something to say to you.

 

He signaled Yanjun with his eyes.

 

Yanjun glanced at him, then calmly returned to wiping the table with Zhouzhou.

 

Shen Xinting: “…”

 

Taking a deep breath to suppress his urge to punch someone, he stomped into the kitchen with exaggerated footsteps.

 

“What’s this? One set of dishes got left behind?” Fu Xingzhou noticed a bowl and chopsticks still on the table and sighed. “So careless, Chuanchuan.”

 

“I’ll take it. You go rest,” Qin Yanjun said, taking the dishes.

 

“Alright,” Fu Xingzhou said, smiling. “I’ll pick a movie for us to watch when you’re back.”

 

Yanjun nodded.

 

In the kitchen, Shen Xinting loaded the dishes into the dishwasher. Just as he was about to start it, he heard footsteps behind him. Thinking it was his brother, he turned and saw it was Yanjun instead. His smile vanished.

 

“What are you doing here?” he asked, folding his arms.

 

Yanjun silently placed the remaining dishes into the dishwasher but didn’t leave immediately.

 

“What, you wanna fight?”

 

Shen Xinting knew he was shorter than Qin Yanjun, so he tried his best to raise his chin and put on a fierce expression. But he didn’t realize that from Qin Yanjun’s perspective, all he could see was Shen Xinting’s flaring nostrils, which almost made it laughable rather than intimidating.

 

Qin Yanjun glanced at him. “Didn’t you have something to say to me?”

 

Shen Xinting froze for a moment.

 

He had almost forgotten that he came here to warn Qin Yanjun to stay away from his brother.

 

“Well…” He looked sideways at Qin Yanjun. “You’re so grown up, why are you still clinging to my brother? We have plenty of empty rooms in the house. You can pick any one of them to sleep in. There’s no need to share a bed with my brother.”

 

Qin Yanjun raised an eyebrow. “And then?”

 

Shen Xinting glared at him unhappily.

 

And then what? Then stay away from my brother! Better yet, leave the house and never come back!

 

“There’s nothing between me and your brother. Even if there were, it would just be family getting closer,” Qin Yanjun said, deliberately provoking him. “Think about it: your brother and I being together versus him bringing home some stranger as a sister-in-law. Which is harder for you to accept?”

 

With that, he turned and left.

 

In the living room, Fu Xingzhou saw him come out and quickly waved him over.

 

“What took you so long? Where’s Chuanchuan?”

 

“He’s in the kitchen, reflecting on life,” Qin Yanjun said without much expression. “I asked him, and he said he’ll go upstairs to do homework later, so he won’t join us for the movie.”

 

Fu Xingzhou nodded. “Alright.”

 

When Qin Yanjun sat down, Fu Xingzhou immediately leaned over, hugging his arm and snuggling close to him.

 

“This movie is supposed to be really scary. I’ve wanted to watch it for a long time, and now I finally have the chance,” Fu Xingzhou said softly, holding onto him.

 

“If you’re so scared, why not pick a comedy instead?” Qin Yanjun asked.

 

Fu Xingzhou kept his eyes on the screen. “Comedies are boring. Horror movies are more exciting.”

 

Just as he finished speaking, a horrifying ghost face suddenly appeared on the previously snowy screen, scaring him into clutching Qin Yanjun even tighter.

 

Looking at the boy half-buried in his arms, Qin Yanjun’s lips curved slightly upward.

 

Shen Xinting, having finished his “reflection,” came out of the kitchen and stopped in his tracks when he saw the two of them clinging tightly to each other on the couch.

 

He didn’t like Qin Yanjun, but he hated the idea of his brother being taken away by some girl even more. If his brother were to actually end up with a stranger someday, it might be better to settle for Qin Yanjun. At least Qin Yanjun was sincere about his brother, and his family was wealthy, so he wouldn’t be after their money.

 

Wait, no! He was being manipulated by Qin Yanjun!

 

Realizing this, Shen Xinting stared at their intertwined figures in disbelief.

 

For a moment, he had thought they looked compatible!

 

Shen Xinting, snap out of it! Your brother is so elegant, charming, handsome, and dashing—there’s no way someone like Qin Yanjun, with his stoic face, could ever be a match!

 

He rubbed his face hard and mentally listed off dozens of glowing adjectives to describe his virtuous and noble brother. When it came to Qin Yanjun, all he could muster was one angry word: “Stoic.”

 

“Ahhh, it’s happening again! Yanjun, hold me tighter!”

 

“I’m already holding you as tightly as I can.”

 

Shen Xinting: “…”

 

The two people on the couch continued to rub salt in his wounds. Unable to bear it, Shen Xinting stormed upstairs in a huff.

 

That night, with the parents still out on their date, and Qin Yanjun’s parents both unavailable—one on a business trip and the other at a photoshoot—Qin Yanjun ended up staying over.

 

The next afternoon, as Fu Xingzhou and Qin Yanjun prepared to return to school, Qin Yanjun went home to retrieve his ID. Meanwhile, Fu Xingzhou called his dads to ask where his ID was.

 

His ID was usually kept by himself, but last time his dad had borrowed it and forgotten to return it.

 

“It’s in the drawer in our bedroom. You’ll see it when you open it,” Shen Yunxing said over the phone.

 

“Got it, Dad,” Fu Xingzhou replied, ending the call. He entered his dads’ bedroom, opened the drawer, and found his ID lying right on top.

 

After putting it in his pocket, he noticed a file folder with his name on it. Curious, he picked it up and opened it, only to be stunned.

 

Inside were over ten documents, all listing dates, names, and events. There was the property deed gifted by his great-grandfather at his birth, the amusement park deed gifted by Uncle Tang for his one-month celebration, and the rooftop garden from Aunt Molly and Aunt Linda… On top of that, there were several bank cards containing all the New Year money he had received over the years. They were all gold cards!

 

At Lin’an Bank, a single card had to hold over 10 million yuan in deposits to qualify for gold membership. There were more than ten of them!

 

Holding these cards worth over a billion yuan, Fu Xingzhou was in complete shock.

 

He had been “living frugally” for over a decade, even taking on homework-copying gigs last semester to earn pocket money. Yet, his family wasn’t just not poor—they were ridiculously wealthy. Just the birthday and New Year gifts he had accumulated over the years amounted to billions!

 

There was another file folder with Chuanchuan’s name on it. After reading through it, Fu Xingzhou nearly cried.

 

“Brother? Dad sent a message asking if you found your ID yet,” Shen Xinting said as he walked in with his phone, noticing his brother holding a folder and standing there in a daze. He helped organize the files and put them back in the drawer.

 

“Don’t overthink it. Dad said this money would only be given to us after we turn 18. For now, our 3,000-yuan monthly allowance is already more than most people our age get.” He shrugged.

 

It’s not that much at all. Just buying a gift to apologize to Cen Jing took nearly half his allowance.

 

Shen Xinting sighed, resigned to eating instant noodles for the rest of the month.

 

When Qin Yanjun returned with his ID, he saw Fu Xingzhou sitting on the living room couch in a daze. He waved a hand in front of his face.

 

“Zhouzhou?”

 

“Yanjun,” Fu Xingzhou said, looking up at him with an aggrieved expression. “Dad and Papa are liars. They lied to me so badly, boohoohoo!”